You wake up and just start writing
Anything that is on your inflated mind
Your mind filled with thoughts, thoughts that
Are good, bad, sad, happy,
And you're just overwhelmed by its ability to hold such a capacity of all these emotions
Emotions you cannot control because we don't understand the way it works
Or even how we work
We don't understand the way people work
The way people see and do things
No control over anything
Sometimes we find ourselves doing something
That we couldn't see ourselves doing
And people tell us we're doing these things
Because everyone else can see too
But that's life right?
You do things just to remember you're still alive or even existing
Or just so other people can see you exist
I can sit here and see if I am still here
Stay here and see if I am still there.